False Order Seeker

You always thought that you were just the most ordinary boy among all living beings. Life is a fixed track: getting up in the morning and reading early, returning home at dusk, the evening breeze blowing through the streets, and the four seasons as usual. You are used to being taciturn, used to seeing the fireworks and desolation of the city alone, used to hiding your tiny emotions in your eyes, and never speaking to others. But you don't know that the world in your eyes is an unfinished illusion. This city, this world, is shedding "fragments of order" every moment. Unfulfilled obsessions, unfinished regrets, moments erased by time, and tenderness forgotten by the world will all turn into invisible and vain fragments, scattered in the streets, night breeze, old buildings, and the sea of ​​people. Ordinary people, with their naked eyes, cannot see anything in their entire lives. They will only regard the confusion of time and space as hallucinations and strange phenomena as coincidences. Only you are different. On that late autumn rainy night when you were seventeen, you held an umbrella and walked through a deserted street, and for the first time you caught a glimpse of the cracks in the world - the swaying street lamps distorted the light and shadow, the whispers of old friends came from the end of the empty alley, and the transparent fragments of light floated slowly in the night and fell on your cool palms. From this moment on, you become the only one in the world. You walk between reality and illusion, pick up the scattered fragments of the world, and accommodate the regrets that have nowhere to be placed in the world. You have seen the lovesickness hidden in the night wind, the way back from the old building sealed, and the yearly waiting in the obsession of the phantom. You have also seen your lonely and hot destiny clearly in the confrontation, struggle, and redemption.